Fall In Love With A Feline

Chapter 12

--**Kevin's POV:

Last night was the craziest night of my life. I feel like I've changed right after Abey and I united. I felt confident with myself especially when I realized that she's the only person who accepted me beyond my physical appearance. Abey had always loved me but I was a fool for being a coward.

However, I woke up to an empty bedside.

Usually, Abey wakes me up in the morning; poking me on the cheek, sitting on my tummy or biting my nose or lower lip. She does this when she's hungry. Now that I think about it, it's kinda funny that I thought she was waking me up because she nows I need to get to work.

But now, I woke up kinda late. I had no alarm set up because I am still on leave from work. But, Abey never failed to wake me up. 

"Abey?" I called out loudly, already sitting on the bed before taking my pants from the floor.

I began to feel anxious as this is morning is out of our ordinary everyday life. This has never happened before, even from the time she was still a cat.

"Kitchen, Kevin!" She yelled back. I immediately breathe out in relief to calm myself down since I noticed the increase in my heartbeat.

To be honest, I'm still worried about last night.

I've just let go of my inhibitions and decided to just concentrate on making her happy. It was stupid of me to even be afraid of what she is in the past and what we would become if she changes back.

But now I know what's worse... What's worse is making her lonely.

Now that I've decided to let myself be with her and love her in the best way I could, there's that one important thing I forgot. But nevertheless, if my carelessness would give us something that I know would still make her happy, then, my own life comfort is no longer important. A baby is always a blessing.

But I still feel stupid because I was keeping myself from the greatest pleasure man has ever known. She's been trying to make love to me all this time. I know it feels good to have s*x but, why the hell did I ever refuse her, especially when she's so gorgeous. And the stupidest I've done in my entire life is making her cry. If I had let it be and did not realize how I'm hurting her, then I wouldn't know this pleasure.

Sure, I can pleasure myself but, doing it with someone you love is a whole other world.

I smiled to myself when I was making the bed and after putting a shirt on, I was surprised to see her by the burner, cooking.

She then turned, kind of twirling as she turned that made her hair flows gracefully with her movement. She's wearing one of my oversized shirts and she was holding a spatula.

"You're cooking?" I asked, a smile forming on my lips as I walk towards her.

"I don't just observe, Kev." She giggled.

"So you learn all this by just watching me?" I asked.

She watches me, all the time while I'm at home. She would ask things and I would tell her how I did it not knowing that she was learning everything quickly and now, she has efficiently executed all the things she learned which are actually impressing me.

I was looking at the table with, looking at all the dishes I've cooked for her in the past... except one.

"What's this?" I asked, looking at the particular morning dish. .

"Hmm? Oh... that's an omelette." She answered, smiling sweetly.

"I've never cooked an omelette for you before." My eyes squinted in question. Right after asking, I could see her sudden confusion.

She even knew what it's called.

It's actually a regular morning dish but I've never served her this one before. I've served her egg rolls but not an omelette.

"I... I don't know. I just... knew how to do it." She answered, still looking confused.

"You've been watching a lot from the TV lately, haven't you?" I asked, chuckling.

"Guilty..." she shyly giggled.

That answers it.

She picked up things she learned quickly so no wonder, she can cook something now that I haven't taught her and that would be really convenient for me.

I walk towards her and pulled her by the waist. I then caressed the side of her head and kissed her forehead before whispering, "I'm proud of you."

She then wrapped her thin arms around me for a tight embrace.

"How are you feeling? You okay?" I asked as I embrace her.

"Sore down there but, no worries. I'm all good." She muttered. My lips purses downwards somehow, I feel so guilty after taking all the pleasure to myself while she's feeling sore now.

At first, I didn't want to do it with her and now, apart from guilt, I feel so stupid because I was acting so hard to get. Turns out, after all the resistance, I'm the one who had enjoyed last night the most while she was hurting.

"Sorry, Abey... I guess I lost control." I whispered as I stroke her silky hair.

"What are you saying sorry for? I feel closer to you than I ever was. So it doesn't matter, Kevin. I love you. And even if I was sore now, it still is incredible last night" She said, looking at me with those beautiful eyes while smiling up at me.

I then pinched those rosy, fluffy cheeks and smiled back at her before replying, "I love you." then laid a gentle kiss upon her lips.

I can't remember when I've eaten someone else's cooking... my mom's probably?

But hell, I've never felt this satisfied with food. What she cooked just tasted like mine but, she cooked for me and it felt like it's the most delicious meal I've tasked like she added something special to make it phenomenal.

After all this, I decided to put Abey on pills. She accepted it without any questions after I explained what it's for. I didn't want to forget anything again but that doesn't mean we'd do it every day.

We didn't have the chance to do it again. But she remained just as she is, this time... we are closer than ever, she is right about that. She remained sweet and always curious but now more adventurous. We started going out for dates; I took her to the first movie she ever saw and she was glued to the backrest of her seat because she was too overwhelmed with the big screen but she enjoyed it nonetheless.

The last week I had with my vacation was the most rewarding. 

But all throughout the cuddles we shared, she never asked to mate again.

It was like she never wanted it. She was the one who feels like mating every time we cuddle before, but now... she would just say how much she loves me then cuddle again. 

It's as if she's having her revenge and this is payback for my resistance before.

So, I just waited and I'll continue to wait because she waited for me as well.

--

Today, I left her at home again and went to work after a month-long leave. However, something's changed after I've properly taken care of my appearance. I've lost the glasses and cut my hair neatly. Now, all they do is stare now and it's somehow bugging me.

Lisa was the only one who greeted me. This is why I had a crush on her before, because she's the only one who sees me.

Well... may because she's guilt-tripping me. 

"My friend's condition got better." She smiled, sitting beside my desk while I read my e-mails. 

It got my attention and glanced at her, "Did she wake up?"

"No... still asleep. But her brain activity increased since a week ago. Can you at least pay her a visit?" She asked. 

"You know why I can't. I... I'm sorry Lisa." I shook my head while speaking. 

"You act as if it's your fault when it's clearly not. I told you, you - not showing up has got nothing to do with her accident. She's just at the wrong place and at the wrong time." She retorted. 

"She wouldn't be in that situation if I showed up," I muttered, sighing in the end. 

"Then, pay her a visit. She would love that." She smiled, almost convincing me but I got someone waiting for me at home.

"She wouldn't even know I was there." I sighed again.

"I can take a picture and tell her about it when she wakes up." She chuckled.

"Your optimism is very admirable, Lisa. It's been two years and you still --" 

"I love her like my own sister. And every day I pray that she would wake up and last week, I was there every day, waiting for her to open her eyes after the doctors had told us her improvement." She stated, gaze penetrating at my soul, making me feel more responsible for her friend.

I couldn't say a word after what she said. 

"Just once, Kevin." She sighed, tone almost pleading.

"I have someone in my life now," I muttered. 

"... I see." She reclined back to the backrest of her seat. "Well, all I'm asking is for you to pay her a visit. I set up that date because my friend likes you genuinely despite not knowing much about you. It's not your fault she's there. I'm not even blaming you. One visit won't cost you much." She stated before she gave me a pained smiled then left me on my desk.

Two years ago, Lisa had set me up for a date with her friend. I was actually hurt when she set me up for a blind date because I was crushing on her but my guts to meet anyone else has always been an all-time low. I agreed to it because I can't say no to Lisa. 

When the day came, I chickened-out and I backed out so I didn't show up without informing both Lisa and the girl. I was on my way there, but... I turned around and went back home.

It was raining then, heavy rain. 

That girl waited for me in that coffee shop for 2 hours before she decided to leave but, there was a car speeding. And due to zero visibility throughout the rain, the driver didn't see her crossing the street.

If I was there if I had shown up, then... maybe... 

I would never have found Abey that day on the corner of the apartment building. She was the one who took my mind off that girl despite not knowing who the girl or what she looked like. Abey kept me sane from succumbing to regret and self-blame because I've ruined someone else's life just because I didn't show up.

When I learned what had happened and of the girl's condition, I put the blame on myself.

But Abey had taken my mind off that girl because I was busy taking care of my cat. 

"Keviiin!" She jumped at me the moment I opened the door. "I miss you so much!" 

"How much?" I asked as I hold her up, carrying her towards the couch.

"You know I miss you a lot every time you leave..." She mutters, nudging her nose with mine before a giggle came out.

"I miss you a lot too," I whispered as I sat on the couch, keeping her on my lap.

"I cooked dinner. This time, I made chicken parmigiana." She said, smiling proudly.

"A what?" My brows furrowed, not following what she said after the chicken. Now that she mentions it, I could smell something that's been baked, and it smelled deliciously good.

"Don't ask me how I did it, I just did it like the omelet and I hope you like it." She giggled.

"You used the chicken I was planning on marinating tonight?" I asked and she nodded vehemently in response. 

"Can the chicken wait?" I asked, gently caressing her back then up to her arms. She then smiles shyly before cupping both my cheeks and pressing her lips on mine. 

"Why would the chicken wait?" She asked, whispering between the kiss.

"Because I miss you terribly... C-can we make love?" I dared to asked. 

She giggles once again, pecking my lips several times before whispering, "You finally asked."

Geez....

She's still the one who's been waiting the entire time. 

Stupid of me...